Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

Chapter 3:

[1 YEAR LATER] [YEAR 297]

I was fourteen, and I was already over six foot tall, I had the same physique Captain America had, and I was officially unmatched in any type of combat.

I was stronger than the mountain, faster than Oberyn, and better with the sword than Arthur Dayne.

My fame as a warrior expanded through the seven kingdoms, as the Prideful Bear on the North.

Not only I had a fame for being a genius businessman, but I also had one for being a fearsome warrior.

My spies, aka animals, informed that Tywin was furious with me, he couldn't allow a house in the north to change the economic balance that has been there for so long.

He hasn't planned to kill me yet, but my little birds, and I mean literal little birds, is not a metaphor.... anyway, my little birds have told me how he is close to that point.

Boy, he was going to suffer, not even a faceless man can approach me and try to kill me, I have hundreds of animals watching, seeing every person in my castle constantly.

If they see even the slightest change in their behavior, I would know it.

Our army has increased considerably, not as much as I would've liked, but it was way better than I expected.

We went from two hundred soldiers to four thousand, many commoners wanted this opportunity, the pay was good compared to most other jobs, and they would get some respect.

My bear division had grown a little over three hundred armored bears.

And I had increased the amount of Krakens protecting our sea from twelve to twenty-four.

The Greyjoy's would suffer a lot when they started their second rebellion.

On a military point, I was good, not as good as I wanted to be but good.

I had increased my house gold income to four hundred thousand gold dragons a year after taxes.

House Mormont had never been better.

"My lord," A servant said bowing.

"What is it?" I inquired, I usually don't get people interrupting my training sessions unless it is important.

"A raven from House Stark," The servant said, handing me the unopened letter.

"Thanks," I said, taking the letter.

The Starks had invited me to their house; they wanted to discuss some stuff with me, that and Lord Stark wanted to present me his son, and future heir, Robb Stark.

"Get a ship ready, and tell Lady Maege to come to my office," I ordered the servant who ran as soon as I gave my orders.

The Starks wanted something, but what, I suppose I would find out in their home.

As I sat down, to wait for my aunt, I couldn't help but feel pride in what I did; I had ships, I had money, I had change our house.

I even upgraded the old wooden castle we had to a fortress, it was still in progress, but it was getting there.

"You called my lord?" Maege said, entering the room.

"Yes, I wanted to let you know I'll be gone for a while, so you are responsible while I'm away," I nodded.

"Aye, I will do my best," Maege nodded, I knew I could trust on them, in my family in general.

[Ned Stark POV]

In four years, the kid had turned one of the poorest houses in the north to the wealthiest one.

He had solved every problem House Mormont had, in turn, we were booming with this, the North was getting a lot of money in taxes with them alone, they were around fifty percent of our income in taxes.

But not only that, the young lord had amassed a fame for being not only the best warrior of his generation, but a kind and honorable one.

He had yet to fight to survive, but the Mormonts never bragged about something if it wasn't true, I had learned that when I lost a drinking competition with Maege, the She-Bear.

"Ned, I don't think this is a good idea..." Cat said, she was unsure of my idea, "His father was a dishonorable man... and just recently his house climb the ranks,"

"Cat, I meet the lad, he's good, and this way, we'll solidify our alliance even stronger," I said, but I understood why she was so uncertain, but it mattered not, this was the right choice.

"At least my Sansa will be close to home," Cat sighed, we had discussed this for over a month, she didn't dislike the young lord, she thought our Daughter could do way better, that she was fit to be a Queen, and she was, but I didn't want my daughter in a lion's den if I had a better option in the north her home.

"Aye," I said, kissing her forehead.

[Varys POV]

Since the young lord of House Mormont took over, I had lost all my spies inside his house.

All my little birds had gone silent, but I wasn't the only one, the Lannister's and the Tyrell were in the same position or so sang my little birds.

Lord Ronard Mormont, he was an enigma, and I don't like mysteries.

Especially since my little birds sang to me that the Starks wanted to marry their oldest daughter with him.

This could be both good or bad to the realm.

The King wanted to marry his son to lady Sansa, that had been something they had discuss over a year.

The Queen would be happy to know.

"Lord Varys, any news?" Cersei was a dangerous woman, that thought herself to be cunning; she was... just not as much as she thought.

"You mean about the young lord of House Mormont?" I inquired, I knew she was asking about that.

"Yes," Cersei nodded.

"Not much, my little birds don't sing as much as they once did in the bear island," I admitted, "All I know he is soon about to be betrothed to the oldest daughter of Lord Stark,"

Cersei smiled at this, which only reinforced my idea of her; she wasn't as smart as she thought she was.

Tywin wanted to marry Myrcella to the young Lord to unite the new rich lord to the crown, but Cersei was against the idea, saying no child of her would marry those savages in the north, no matter how rich they were.

Tywin, of course, didn't care what she thought and planned to convince the King of this soon.

But it was too late, the most honorable man in the seven kingdoms had won this play, without even knowing he was playing.

"Good, those savages should marry each other," Cersei smiled.

I smiled as I left the room, is quite ironic really, the woman sleeping with her brother, thinks of the north as savages just for their culture.

What a funny thing.

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[BACK TO RONARD]

I was getting ready to go to Winter, Longclaw on my back, and the shield I had commissioned for me to be made.

It wasn't vibranium, but I don't have dealers around, aside from the joke, my shield was made out entirely out of steel, a bit bigger than the one Captain America had, with a Bear engraved on the shield.

"We are ready, my lord," The Captain of the ship said, as I nodded to give him permission to sail.

As the ship slowly started to move, I sat to eat while I wondered what could possibly be the reason for my summoning.

"Vodka," I ordered the waiter inside the ship, or the should I say the wine boy... or vodka boy.

I suppose as I thought earlier, there is no point of wondering I just have to wait.

My little birds are not as present in the north as I would like them to be, mostly because I have the majority of them in possible threats like the Bolton's, the Lannister's, the Tyrells, and of course the Frey's.

I had all my spy network with them, of all the houses, including the small one the Starks were the less likely to pull one on me.

So whatever it was will be beneficial for them and me.

[Tywin POV]

A small house was rising the ladder quite fast as of now House Mormont was the fourth wealthiest house in Westeros.

It took four years for that brat to accomplish that; he was close to surpassing the Baratheons economically speaking and put himself in the third place.

The pace he was growing was alarming; I needed to get him on a leash, and Myrcella would serve as his leash to House Lannister.

Not only was he rich but smart, as he had proved by eliminating my spies, every single one of them.

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Author note:

The Lannister's want to chain him, while the Starks seek to solidify their alliance even more.

More of this soon!

By the way, he won't have a harem... I think I should clarify that...he will have one wife, and that's it.